The Pilgrim Road Poem by David McLansky

The Nun's Tale (1)

'My friend, my lover, my boon companion,
My Musketeer, my bold D'Artagnan,
You rescued me from the Nunnery,
With fine sword work and gunnery;
You asked me if I'd give consent,
And when I did, well, off we went,
The bribes you paid, the sums you spent
To rescue me from that Convent;
I being a Nun in a religious order,
Some thought it strange you proved a courtier,
That devout someone being me,
A Bride in Christ, a devotee;
The vows I broke with that first kiss,
Your merry eyes, who could resist,
Your charming mouth, your cherry lips,
Your urgent hands upon my hips;
I broke my vows with you to dwell,
My mounting sins mark me for Hell;
And yet my pleasure at your side
I never felt as Christ's Bride;
Oh, I am weak, a silly fool,
Betraying all I learned at school,
But had I known what I'd foresworn,
I'd never would a habit worn'